Forsaken: Y/n x Marvel

Chapter 36: Regrets.

Y/n burst through the door of the New York Sanctorum, her footsteps echoing in the silent halls. She was still trembling with anger, her emotions in turmoil after what had just happened. The rage that had filled her, the words she had hurled at Bucky—it all felt like a blur now. But the pain remained, searing and fresh.

Doctor Stephen Strange looked up from a mystical tome as she entered, his eyebrow raised in mild surprise. "Y/n," he greeted, closing the book with a soft thud. "I didn’t expect to see you again so soon can't party like your dad?."

Y/n gave a humorless laugh as she threw herself onto the nearest couch, rubbing her temples as if trying to push away the lingering headache of her emotions. "Trust me I can party. But... the party’s over. Figured I’d drop by."

Strange studied her for a moment, noticing the subtle tremor in her hands, the way her eyes seemed distant, haunted. He conjured a drink and handed it to her, his expression softening. "You look like you need this more than I do."

Y/n took the glass gratefully, downing the liquid in one go. She sighed heavily as the warmth spread through her, easing the tension in her chest, but not quite reaching the ache in her heart.

"Thanks," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and confusion. "I don’t even know why I’m here... I only met you this morning it's dumb. Did you put a spell on me?"

Strange sat down across from her, his gaze steady and calm. "No I didn't. Sometimes we end up where we need to be, even if we don’t know why at the time."

Y/n let out a deep sigh, her hands gripping the empty glass tightly. "I just... I couldn’t stay there. Not after everything that happened."

Strange tilted his head slightly, a gesture of quiet curiosity. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She hesitated, the words stuck in her throat, but there was something about Strange’s presence—his patience, his understanding—that made her feel like she could open up. "It’s Bucky," she finally said, her voice trembling. "He ruined everything tonight. He got drunk and made this huge scene... and I just... I lost it."

Strange nodded slowly, letting her continue at her own pace.

"I thought I could handle it, you know? I thought I was over him, but seeing him like that, hearing him say those things, seeing him with May... it just brought everything back," she admitted, her voice breaking slightly. "I told him I was done with him. I said things I never thought I’d say. I didn't feel like I wanted to put him in his place I felt like I wanted to hurt him."

Strange leaned forward, his gaze thoughtful. "Let me ask you something. Do you think you still love him?"

Y/n’s breath hitched, and she looked down at her hands, the answer eluding her. "I don’t know," she whispered. "Part of me does, I think. But another part of me... I’m just so angry, so hurt. I don’t know if I can ever forgive him. But a part of me also thinks I don't deserve him after what I said to him. "

Strange regarded her silently for a moment before speaking again. "You mentioned you lost control tonight. But you didn’t, did you?"

Y/n looked up at him, frowning in confusion. "What do you mean?"

He gestured with his hands, as if trying to articulate something elusive. "Your powers, Y/n. Even in your emotional outburst, you didn’t lose control of them?"

"No I didn't lose control." She replied.

"You harnessed that energy, directed it. That’s not something that happens by accident." He exclaimed.